Biblical Revelation

My days have passed away,
My thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned Night into Day,
And I after Darkness I hope for Light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in Darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
The deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
At least I shall have rest?

[JOB 17:11-16 DV]

Pointless

I smiled at the Lunacy Fairy when we sat in the coffee place. She seems tired, yet willing to humor me with a conversation. "How did we become like this?" I asked in perplexity "What happened to us?" … She narrowed her eyes, "I just want to know when was the turning point!" Her face blank.. I'm still wondering, but I'm afraid to find out.

Masochistic

I could look at a burning candle forever. Even feel my life wasting with its melting wax. My sick laughter as I dip my finger tips into the blistering pool.. I'm actually amused at the burning sting that takes over this nothingness. Reminding me that I still can FEEL.

Godless

I wish you were here. I wish I wasn't alone. But it's only my deafening echo in this Darkness. My heart tells me you're there sometimes.. but I've learned how to disbelieve and doubt it. No romance. SILENCE!
I told you once, prove to me you're there. Let me feel your warmth on my cheek. All I felt was the cold draft from a window left opened. I guess I was hoping for a miracle. I'll forgive myself. This one time.

Just an Opinion

We had a discussion today in my Commonwealth class about equality and freedom of individuals. What is equality? What freedom? Are they one and the same, and how can a people be considered free or equal to one another? … As usual, I kept silent and didn't share my opinion, so I'm writing it here. For me.
I think equality and freedom are two different things. Equality is a property of the public, the equality of the people regardless to what religion, race, or gender they are. Freedom is something personal. To be free is a matter of the individual's perception of the idea of freedom. To explain, a non Muslim may consider Islam to be oppressive and restricting to one's freedom, but devoted Muslim would think an issue, such as the segregation of the sexes, to be a principle of ethic and conviction. He wouldn't find it to be despotic or unjust.
I guess equality is way out of reach, and freedom is usually abused or taken for granted :/

The Other

Cold glass, how you insert yourself

Between myself and myself.

I scratch like a cat.

The blood that runs is dark fruit---

An effect, a cosmetic.

You smile.No, it is not fatal.

- Sylvia Plath

This poem is not a suicide poem, it is a poem about Self-Injury. The speaker in the poem tells how she relieved by the effect of seeing her blood run, letting out her distress. She covers up her wounds with cosmetics, and then people would see her beautiful again.

For The Blind in Darkness

I don't know what happened this dark morning that made me remember you, but this is my acknowledgment, this is my recongnition. For you. This is.. nothing, but a dedicatation to you. The Blind in Darkness.

Hope Leaves

by Opeth

In the corner beside my window

There hangs a lonely photograph

There is no reason I'd never notice

A memory that could hold me back

There is a wound that's always bleeding

There is a road I'm always walking

And I know you'll never return to this place

Gone through days without talking

There is a comfort in silence

So used to losing all ambition

Struggling to maintain what's left

Once undone, there is only smoke

Burning in my eyes to blind

To cover up what really happened

Force the darkness unto me

This is for you... The Blind in Darkness.